Move Your Feet
Seasons come, seasons go
A different beat that we must know
For God is the one from days of old
And He will remain until we're told
He's in the field, He's in the room
His mercy is the sweetest perfume
He'll level our rough terrains
And open new supply pipelines
For us to gain access to our rewards
This season, come into His Chamber!
Copyright © Timothy A Edward | Year Posted 2022
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